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Twin Pregnancy = BEST. DIET. EVER.

This new diet is all the rage. I eat everything I want and don't gain hardly any weight! In fact, in about 4 months I'll be expelling two little bundles of joy and with any luck I'll weigh LESS than I did at the outset. I guess this pregnancy hormone thing is legit. So, would anyone like to purchase my urine?

Pregnant Lady Hormone

I have started a dramatic weight loss system part of which is injecting myself daily with a pregnant lady hormone. Read all about it at Smalginas World!

Open Letter

Dear Fatty,

Blah blah blah

xo,
Fat Hite

Still a fat Hite. You still a fat Hite?

I really want to get back down to the size I was when I graduated High School. It was a good weight. I miss that weight. Yoga is really hard to do, and more strength building than cardio. And though I can DEFINITELY see the growth in my muscles department, I don't feel/look any thinner. But, as I mentioned, I am BUFF! Well... buff for me. I think I can almost do a push-up!!!!!

It just dawned on me...

I'm the skinniest Hite at the moment!!!




If we don't count Gabi.

Zach: coming soon -or- Fatty Foods (n.) - foods enjoyed by fatties.

On Sun, Jan 25, 2009 at 5:17 PM, Zachary Hite wrote:

Word All,

My name is Zachary. I am a fat Hite.

I recently went to the Plasma donation center. Every time you donate,
you are weighed to insure that you are not loosing excessive amounts
of weight due to donating. This past time I went, I weighed more than
I ever have in my life -- 230 pounds. Apart from my utter shock and
horror that during the course of having approximately a liter of
plasma removed from my body, I miraculously gained weight, I came to
one inadvertent conclusion -- I am a fat Hite.

To add insult to my injury, I was handed a placard to commemorate my
burgeoning mass and cardiovascular lipid levels(see attachment for
details). As the information on healthy eating was being outlined to
me by a rather unsavory phlebotomist, the drone of his voice was
drowned out by my inner monolog. The movements of his mouth did not
match the words I heard him say in my head, "Well, Fatty. We weren't
able to sell your fatty-fat-fat lipid encrusted plasma the last time
you donated due to your being a
fatty-fat-fat-eating-all-the-fat-you-can-find-fatty and your plasma
was more like Crisco than it was what we were looking for, so we had
to throw it out. Now listen up..."

The rest of what he said was unremarkable. I went home. And now, a
few days later, I am writing to all of you so that I can post post my
trials, struggles, and triumphs on the fat hite blog. Accept this as
my first entry. So do I need to sign up or get a login?

--
Much Love,
--Zach